Zhang Ma carried in some red bean soup and walked into the study, placing it on Zhou Mingchen's desk.
"Sir, the madam has returned."
Zhou Mingchen put down the documents in his hand and looked up, "When did she get back?"
"It has been a while. She said she was tired and wanted to take a bath first, she's probably almost done by now," Zhang Ma replied.
"Understood."
Zhou Mingchen picked up the red bean soup and drank it all in one go, placing the empty bowl back on the tray. "It's late, you should also get some rest early."
Xia Lu stood in front of the bathroom mirror, meticulously applying body lotion, putting on a face mask, and blow-drying her hair. Touching her smooth and supple skin, she felt extremely pleased with herself.
Others might not treat themselves well, but she couldn't afford to do the same; otherwise, it wouldn't be worth living this life.
